Within the last 10 years. Won’t be back.
We were in South Carolina and there was no Bob Evans around, so we tried Waffle House aka the Awful House. Seriously bad food. Everything tasted the same, from the eggs to the pancakes to the potatoes, undoubtedly because it was all prepared on the same grill, using whatever grease oozed out of the shit they were frying up.
How can you screw up something so basic? I seriously have had better eggs using a mug in the microwave.
My daughters stopped by just last weekend and took me to breakfast for no good reason. They took me to Waffle House, so I suspect they were trying to kill me. Actually, we went there specifically because it is so amazingly awful. I raised my kids right–everything can be funny.
It ain’t bad, & head & shoulders above Mc Whatevers.
If you want a cheap steak & potatoes, fast, no better choice.
None where I live, but every Summer I attend a convention in Lexington Kentucky and I will eat at Waffle House at least once while I’m in town. I was disappointed this Summer as the location I usually go to was closed for remodeling.
I did make my entire family go to one this past June as we were attending a wedding in Oklahoma City and our hotel didn’t include breakfast.
If you had pancakes, you weren’t at WH…
(But I’ll certainly acknowledge that quality varies from store to store.)
During my college career, I worked at Waffle House for several months. Third shift, at a store within walking distance of a major university and Fraternity Row. It was brutal and hilarious and fun and exhausting, and I wouldn’t trade the experience. (But I wouldn’t want to repeat it!)
That said, the regular third shift cook there was a god among short order grill masters. His food was fast, right, and pretty; and he himself was hilarious. (Of course, he also had a wicked coke habit, but it was the eighties…) And the one of the other waitresses was seriously a really great person, who watched out for me. (As in, loaned me her car the night mine died, ending my pizza delivery career, because she wouldn’t hear of me walking home alone, in the cold. Went after a pair of drunk frat boys who tried to dine and dash from one of my tables. Returned from the parking lot with a handful of coins to cover the check… and a tie-dyed t-shirt for me. They didn’t have $ for a tip, so Carol relieved the poor guy of his shirt, figuring I’d like it!) Most of the other 3rd shift staff was a revolving band of idiots, referred to collectively as the Wit Twins or Triplets* by Steve the Cook. And some of the regular customers were a hoot, in good ways and bad. (And some are still friends, thirty years later! But not Charlie, the guy who was obsessed with the TV show ALF, nor the one guy who would come in to flirt with me, but play “Fat Friends” on the jukebox to make fun of Carol…)
Even after relying upon the calories from my 2 shift meals as a poor college student, I still like WaHo and probably eat there 4-6 times per year. But I am a critical customer. I know what the food should look and taste like. (But I also know how hard the job is, so I tip extravagantly if the server is trying.)
*Dim, Nit, and Half.
It definitely was Waffle House cause it was notable for being the first time I’d ever eaten there. I thought that it was pancakes, but it may have been waffles. Whatever was on my plate, was awful.
My husband, however, chowed down. Of course, he regularly eats at White Castle so he doesn’t have the most discriminating palate.